Total nonsense, pay no attention.
The Fae are hunters.
Look it up: the Wild Hunt.
What are we hunting? What are we hunting really?
Some sick entity has had control of this world for a very long time. It twists us and turns us. We're all spinning in its grip. It jerks our strings, makes us dance like marionettes. Keeps us hooked.
Why? To extract energy, to extract emotion (suffering). But perhaps there are other reasons, deeper reasons.
This enemy certainly seems to be entertained by our suffering. But where is the line between entertainment and experimentation? "What happens if…." it wonders, and then we dance. It finds out.
So, if all life here is caught in its dark web of control…
Who amongst us has the strength to turn the game? Who can grab those strings and tug? Who can make the thing that twists us twist?
It takes a hunter
To catch a predator